Feng Ergou was so jealous his eyes turned red.
He considered himself much better off than Leng Yuan.
'If Leng Yuan could make a good life for himself, so could I.'
'It's just a matter of getting married, isn't it?'
'I'll get married too.'
Feng Ergou's gaze landed on Xu Wenwan. He had liked her for a long time.
'If I send a matchmaker to propose now, I wonder if Wen Wan will say yes.'
Even now, Feng Ergou was lost in the memory of the day Xu Wenwan sprained her ankle. He had helped support her, and she had smiled so gently at him.
'He was sure Xu Wenwan had feelings for him.'
Xu Wenwan was completely oblivious to Feng Ergou's gaze.
Her mind was completely consumed with how to get closer to Leng Yuan and absorb his good fortune.
The way Xu Wenwan looked at Leng Yuan was like a person who had starved for three days suddenly stumbling upon a grand feast.
The look in her eyes was utterly blatant.
Feng Ergou: ...
